Ike's suitcase was well organized, and he hung a door number on the door of every room he came out of.

Hermione stopped outside her study after passing through the potions room, alchemy room, break room, and two laboratories.

Pushing open the door, he felt a sense of depression, Ike waved his wand, and a flash of white light flashed, and the feeling disappeared.

The walls on all four sides are filled with bookshelves filled with all sorts of magic books, all handwritten by Ike.

For a whole year, he had been copying books in the forbidden area. Most of the copies in the books inside could not be effective, and Ike had to resort to this most primitive method.

The effect is still remarkable, he has already copied seventy percent of the books in it, and the rest will be completed in a few months.

Of course, if he still gets a time turner, he shouldn't worry too much about that.

"These ...... Is it in the forbidden area? Hermione pulled out a copy and recognized it at a glance.

"Yes, but that's not the main thing." Ike led Hermione to her desk and spread out the parchment that had been rolling up.

"That's what I really want you to see, the most precious of all the books - the Ravenclaw manuscript."

"Oh my God! There really is such a thing! Hermione hadn't expected it at all.

"The Big Four have all left a legacy for Hogwarts, with the Gryffindor Sword, the Ravenclaw Tiara, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, and the Slytherin Locket being the most well-known, but they probably also have a legacy of their own magic."

"Actually, it was Professor Flitwick who instructed me, and I was hidden in the Room of Request."

"So, that's why you're getting better grades than me?" Hermione punched Ike in the shoulder, "So, can I watch?" ”

"Of course, you can read everything in it as you like."

"Actually, you can drag the box to your room, just give it back to me before school starts." Ike spread his hands and shrugged.

"Okay." Hermione nodded, "Then Mr. Stredder, please get out of 'my' suitcase, I'm going to take it back to my room." ”

"Seriously, I can't wait!"

"Relax, the holiday is still long and you have plenty of time."

The two of them came out of the suitcase, and after a little more chatting, they heard Madame Granger's urging, and it turned out that it was noon.

Sitting in Mr. Granger's car again, the atmosphere was much better than before. With Mrs. Granger in charge, everyone talked and laughed, and even told a few funny stories about Hermione when she was a child, which caused Ike to take a few more beatings.

I didn't choose a restaurant that was too fancy but it was good, the dishes were exquisite and delicious.

It was the first time Ike had eaten such delicious food outside of Hogwarts, and it was somewhat unexpected. When he was in the orphanage, he never ate in a restaurant outside.

After dinner, the Granger couple took Hermione and Ike on a tour of some of London's most famous attractions. There are still a lot of people, and the tourist season has always been like this, and the experience of playing is still a little bit worse.

But Ike was already very satisfied.

At about four o'clock, I returned home. Mrs. Granger took the two little ones upstairs while she busied herself in the kitchen. Around seven o'clock, the long table was filled with a dinner that was no less than noon, and there was even a dish that was made only at Christmas every year, a secret that has been kept secret by the hostesses of the Granger family for generations.

Mr. Granger seemed to be in a very good mood, talking and laughing, and telling the story of his reservations at the party.

This was whispered by Hermione after dinner, and she didn't know how many times she had heard it, but each time she had to act like she had heard it for the first time.

But in Ike's opinion, it was a very good story. Ignoring the exaggerations, it can be regarded as a legend. There really are very few people who can take down seven or eight savage fans of the opposing team head-on.

Forehead...... Considering the combat effectiveness of English football 'fans', in fact, it is not so "legendary".

For the next few days, as the Granger couple had to work, Hermione took Ike around London. The other attractions are basically just sightseeing, but in the British Museum, the two of them had a good walk.

Probably because of their identities as wizards, the two of them paid more attention to those things that were slightly mysterious, and some even inspired Ike a little.

This is rare, under the hundreds of years of "de-magicalization" of wizards in the secular world, there are still many clues pointing to this hidden world.

"Actually, there are still some magic items in there." Upon his return, Ike said to Hermione, "It's just that the traces of magic on those items are so faint that it's almost impossible to trigger them anymore." ”

"It must have been screened by the Ministry of Magic, and no one can afford to make a real mess in such a big museum." Hermione nodded.

After a few days of fighting, the two finally stopped, Ike picked up a few books to refresh himself, and Hermione devoted himself to studying the Ravenclaw manuscript.

With Ike's notes here, getting started is easy. But the further back he looked, the more esoteric it became, and it wasn't long before Hermione couldn't read it anymore and had to take the books Ike listed and study them one by one.

Without the time turner, the process was painful, but Hermione enjoyed it, and she could clearly feel the increase in her magical abilities.

Progress is a good thing.

And after such a period of contact, Mr. Granger's attitude towards Ike has also changed a lot, even if it is just the contact between the two of them, it is no longer embarrassing.

Seem...... Resigned to fate?

It was August peacefully, and Hermione, who was obsessed with studying, rarely even replied to letters, and then even didn't even read a few letters, so it can be said that she put all her energy into the sea of books.

It also makes those owls come over almost every day like crazy.

"Hermione, there's your letter again." Ike looked out the window at the owl tapping tirelessly on the glass, and reminded Hermione at the door.

Just one glance up, Hermione lowered her head.

"That's not a letter to me, I've never seen this owl."

"Not for you?" After a moment's thought, Ike got up and opened the window to let the little creature fly in.

When I took off the letter, there was a blank piece of paper on the envelope, and when I opened it, it was also a blank piece of paper.

Frowning slightly, suddenly ink appeared on the white paper.

"Two days later, at 11 p.m."

Suddenly, the paper burned, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

Ike sighed, got a broom to clean up, picked up the book and read it again.

"You're leaving?"

Hermione didn't know when she came, and her expression was a little serious.

"I'll be back soon." Ike replied with a smile.

"Don't go too long, we're going to see the Quidditch World Cup."

"You know I've never been a fan of Quidditch......"

"Are you going then?"

"Go!"